The other day I noticed a brick wall on Larkin. Obviously not that uncommon of an occurrence, but this wall was at the corner of Post and had a wrath of scribblings. Thinking that it might be one of those literary gems often found in the streets of this hood, I immediately reached for my camera while approaching it. Unfortunately, what I found was nothing intelligible. Instead of a few drunken love verses, the wall was filled with bold statements such as this one:
However, this was about the only phrase that made any sense. There were plenty of others with references to the FBI, evil, Germans and Jews. And with typos not only on words but also on symbols:
Naturally it was somewhat enlightening to discover that swastikas are really just disguised Z’s that wanna throw their arms in the air.